“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal"
-T.S. Eliot
Terry Brooks-by his own admission-was a failed author until someone put a copy of J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings into his hands. Suddenly, he became a very successful published author of fantasy novels. Was this some kind of magic? Perhaps divine inspiration? Nope. It was pure, unadulterated theft.
Now, there are two kinds of people that seem to be writing reviews for this book. The first kind of person hates it because it really is just Tolkien's masterpiece with the names changed. I don't know who published this or why Brooks wasn't sued into oblivion, but he doesn't even try to hide the fact that this book is largely not his own work. The same characters, the same plot points, and even some of the same exact scenes are copied from The Lord of the Rings and dropped into this book.
The second kind of person rates this book pretty highly, and almost always adds a weak "Well, there are a lot of things that are different, too...". These people are either knowingly or subconsciously giving this book a pass that it doesn't deserve. Yes, there are a few things that are a little different here and there, but to make that small fact the saving grace of this book is extremely disingenuous.
As for my own personal opinion, I can freely admit that this book is a totally unoriginal con-job and still rate it rather highly. Why? Because I like The Lord of the Rings and so I am predisposed to liking a book that is almost the same thing. I am not taking off stars because of some kind of self-righteous anger, and at the same time I am not giving this book a pass by writing a review meekly explaining away its shady history.
Looked at independently of its source material, I only have a few notes:
Things I liked:
It was rarely boring. Things moved at a nice pace for most of this pretty long novel.
It wrapped up its story in one book. Yes, I know the Shannara brand has about 20 books out at the moment, but this one doesn't really end on a cliffhanger and you can put it down without feeling like you have to move on to the next. The idea that every fantasy story has to be at least a trilogy is a cancer that has been eating away at the genre for a long time now. If Tolkien's publisher had just let him print the damn thing in one big volume we wouldn't have this problem, but what can you do?
The world's background was interesting, if not a little under developed (in book 1, at least). The world is basically our world after a nuclear holocaust wiped out most of the planet's life. Slowly, life reemerged as fantasy races and magic replaced science. Fun.
Things I didn't like (besides the aforementioned plagiarism, of which you could write an entire book about):
The fellowship (sorry. Hunting party) members were all pretty bland and were practically interchangeable for most of the story.
The big battle scenes were pretty bad. Here is an example of what the big battle scenes are like: "The enemy lined up their cavalry, but they were driven back by the pikemen. Then, a unit of swordsmen got into formation and charged the enemy line, causing them to break. From the battlements, archers fired their bows, killing half of an enemy unit". It's just "This happens. Then this happens. Then this happens. Then this happens". You feel like you are a bird watching these random masses of people moving and shuffling around without really feeling like you are in the midst of the action in any way.
I mentioned that I liked the world background, but the fact that it wasn't really developed is a problem at times. We are basically in a fantasy world, for example, and suddenly a random robot attacks the characters. It just felt a little cheesy and out of place without delving more into the ancient (pre nuclear holocaust) history of the world. In fact, the background of the world was so quickly mentioned and forgotten that it seems like Brooks threw that in there just so he could have a random robot attack.
So there you have it. The Sword of Shannara is a blatant rip off of The Lord of the Rings that deserves NO excuses or pardons, and yet it can still be enjoyed for what it is. Shocking, right?